On the front, Livia had written:
“Mom—only if she can listen.”
I screamed.
John found me on the floor twenty minutes later, surrounded by letters.
I held up the dress.
“She wasn’t taken,” I whispered.
John picked up the courthouse photo.
“Mitchell?”
“They’re married,” I said.
I opened the first letter with shaking hands.
Livia had written to Liam, asking him not to hate her. She had changed out of her dress after prom and begged him to hide it before I saw it. She wrote that she knew I
